I had the rug pulled from under my feetBut I didn't feel a thingI can't believe the luck I seem to haveAnd the joy that good luck bringsWhen I die Ill return as a houseflyAnd land upon her wallSo I can see who shell end up withIf its anyone at allDid I say thatHow could anyone be so wicked and cruelI sat and listened to the radioA landscape of moving noiseShe was busy looking through the curtainsHer nose in a distant voidThen I thought I would come back as a spiderBecause she hates them so muchThey get sprayed down the bathroom plugholeCan I expect the same touchMaybe not thenBecause beneath it all were wicked and cruel

Shut up, listen to the radioI can't help feeling I've been stepped onShe likes to kick like a muleDid I say thatHow could anyone be so wicked and cruel

If I come back as her would I love meHow could anyone be so wicked and cruel

She likes to think I'm a foolTwo fools in loveHow could anyone be so wicked and cruel